blood_red_sharpie_in_the_beginning O_A It was a Wednesday. Possibly a tuesday... a school day at any rate. In high school. She was short... in a generation where most girls her age had reached a whopping 5'6". She spent alot of time staring at other people's chests. She mentally complimented his tee shirt moments before it smashed into her. And then she looked up. Regretting it instantly... his shirt was classic punk rocker his pants said preppy... his shoes said I'm different for kicks, but his face... it said I'm an AV geek and the game boy sticking out of your back pack interests me more then you. It was a superficial sort of moment. The kind you always regret later when your AV geek turns into Don Juan the poet. Not that he did, but she regreted it anyway. In the beginning he was just a shirt and she was just a mop of ambiguously blonde hair. 040823 what's it to you? who go blather from